غزل شمارهٔ 261

(O true Beloved!) come, so that, in my shattered (and grief-stricken) heart, power may enter again : Come so that, in my dead body, life may enter again.

Come ; for separation from Thee hath closed my eye in such a way That, it, (only) the opening of the door of union with Thee may perchance open again.

That grief, that, like the (black) army of Zang took, in blood, my heart, By the troop (of horse) of joyousness of the Rum (the country) of Thy face, will be effaced again.

Before the mirror of the heart, whatever I hold, Save the image of Thy beauty appeareth not again.

By that proverb that the night is " pregnant with events and vicissitudes," far (in separation) from Thee (which is the cause of humiliation), I count the stars (and am in this fear and danger). Let us see what the night bringeth forth again.

Hafiz ! come. For the bulbul, agreeable of heart, By the perfume of the rose-bed of union with thee, singeth again.